Daffodil
The clouds roll on, the thunder breaks and rain falls on the land,
The lightning does illuminate these flowers in the hand.
Delivery was on its way before the rain commenced,
Yet not halfway these flowers became very duly drenched.
T'was meant to be or not to be? the question remains thus,
It lies longing, even mocking, refusing to stay hushed.
Remaining still the questions here dare not to move at all,
Waiting to by answered fearing silence met by walls.
They wait and wait until it's late, the sun is setting now,
He turns to go but lo! behold they merely take a bow.
And on his way he travels thus his queries ravenous,
They sit and wait and wait and sit to travel on a bus.
The flowers now keep wondering if it were truly true,
Of love and longing lingering, not wanting to rued.
The moon is high and shining bright, up high upon the clouds,
It rests above in lofty realms, it surely knows no bounds.
10 March 2005
Disheartened now the flowers writhe in hand of keeper 'ere,
They thought they finally found the path, but they had only veered.
Off their course they know not where they are suppose to go,
The only option lasting is to go on with the flow.
They tumble on and fall apart their stems are wearied now,
They only hope that in the end they're eaten by a sow.
But Fate not kind is cruel to them, does not allow their death,
Cruel Fate keeps just reviving them, their ending not yet met.
They travel far and travel wide, as jealous as they are,
They seek revenge for someone said they were not up to par.
But in the end they can't describe that feeling that they had,
Almost reaching heaven they were sent back home, mad.
They return to be regrown, yet once more again,
Their flowers merely blooming as though nothing bad had been.
They still hold the beauty there that they thought it was rot,
But in the end it seemed as though that it were all for naught.
12 March 2005
Seeming to forget it all they just continue on,
Still, they remember all, they refuse to just be gone.
They hold onto memories they find dear and precious,
Until one day they're gone it seems, a tasty morsel - luscious.
They forget what it feels like to feel as they had felt,
Left to find that they had lost all that they once had held.
They continue searching through all this rot and all this mess,
But they find nothing to be found, they best they do is guess.
They guess through life they guess through all they guess it was correct,
They thought they held the answers all but they were all defect.
They believed it was all good, not ounce of evil found,
But they were wrong for evil had around their flowers bound.
They whither still and do not die, clinging still to life,
It matters not Death not be kind and give them to his wife,
They linger still alive yet dead, a shadow of their past,
On human sight the mouth would drop and show their face, aghast.
15 March 2005
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